Chapter 12 #3
Sliding his hand at her stomach down, he allowed his spectral hand to pass through the woman’s clothing, so that his skin touched hers.
He could feel the warm smoothness of the woman’s skin.
She was so soft to touch, despite the firmness of her stomach.
She gasped, gaze snapping immediately to her lower stomach where his hand was currently reaching between her legs, his fingers grazing over her soft curls.
Twirling them as he said in a gentle voice.
“You should be watching me.” He breathed a laugh. “Not my hands.”
Her eyes were wide saucers of something he couldn’t place. Disbelief drowned out her other emotions, but he wasn’t in the mood to read auras tonight.
His fingers slid farther down, over her folds, before slipping between them. She was moist with excitement despite her apprehension. When his finger grazed over the little bud of her anticipation, he watched her whole body jolt with surprise. He smiled before he began to tease the little bud.
From where he stood, Sascha was a vision.
The woman leaned heavily on her arms, body trembling and chest heaving as she hummed softly into the gag at her mouth.
He was tempted to stick two fingers in her mouth to feel the way her wet tongue would curl around them, but he wasn’t willing to push her that far with this.
Instead, he reached through her shirt and bra to caress her breast.
When her knees began to buckle, he sent out another hand to gently push her down onto the trunk of the car as he murmured in her ear.
“You wanted to know what I would have done to your friend.” He sent a bit of magick into her, boosting the power of the sensations he stirred directly into the center of her excitement.
He smiled as he watched her leg come up to squeeze her thighs together.
Probably in an attempt to dampen the sharp sensations he was giving her, but since the hands on her weren’t physical.
She couldn’t defend herself against him.
He could hear her clearly as she moaned around her gag from where he was standing, her muffled moans almost a song to his ears.
Gods, her body felt so good under his hands. Her muffled voice reminding him of her siren call. The magick within him swirled and surged. He wanted to take her. To fill her soft body with his and have her again and again.
Sascha’s breathing became irregular and her muffled moans changed pitch.
Becoming sharper. More keening. The woman’s face was pressed to the trunk, she stood on one leg, squeezing her thighs together and she looked almost as though she were attempting to climb up onto the car, despite how she merely leaned heavily onto it and writhed in pleasure.
To keep her from falling, Ansell placed a hand on her back, holding her in place as he stirred frantic passions between the woman’s legs.
He added hands at her chest, massaging and caressing.
He swiped a hungry tongue over his lips and envisioned taking her breast into his mouth.
He doubled the feeling as he reveled in the taste of her sweet skin, sending the sensations as though he were doing both at once. . . Which he technically was.
That was the great thing about this talent. He could do everything he wanted to do to her, as much as he wanted, and all at once.
Sascha’s muffled voice filled the air, sending out a series of high pitched cries before one last keening muffled wail left her trembling and spent on the trunk of her car.
Ansell sighed heavily, retracting his spectral body from hers, pulling his magick back into himself.
. . He was a bit frustrated that he’d been so tired earlier, but now his body was raring to go.
He glared down at the aching tent in his pants before turning his attention back to Sascha, who draped heavily over her trunk, chest heaving and eyes closed. Her foot returned to the ground.
He crossed the ten steps to the woman and stared down at her for a long time. When she finally opened her eyes to stare up at him, he reached around her head to untie her jacket and move it so that it wasn’t in her mouth.
She watched him for a long time, but he waited for her to speak first. Depending on what her next words were, he’d either pick her up and carry her upstairs, or he’d send her home.
“So then. . .” She started a bit horsely. “If this isn’t what you did to her, what did you do to Janice?”
Wrong answer. There goes my fun for the night.
“Well, see. . .” Leaning in to press his lips to her ear, he whispered softly, “Go ask her yourself.” Standing, he started back toward the building.
“I have an early morning, I need to get some sleep.” He glanced back as she stood. “You should as well.”
“Ansell?” She called after him with something that sounded distinctly like confusion, but he merely waved over his head as he kept walking.
“Good night, Sascha.” He unlocked and opened the door, before turning and waiting, arms crossed over his chest as he watched her.
Finally, she grabbed her jacket and went slowly to the driver’s door.
When she opened it, he called. “And Sascha,” she stopped to look at him.
As sincerely as he could manage, he said. “Thanks for dinner. It was delicious.”
After all, she had picked a good restaurant. If nothing else, he’d give her that.